Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-11-25

family. 1 have seen wounds tha. were
/ glorious. After the battle of Antietam in
the hospital soldier in reply to my ques-
ton, 'Where are you hurt?" uncovered
| MS bosom and showed mega cash that
looked like badge of eternal nobility. I
/ have seen en- empty sleeve thst IVES more
/ beautiful than the most muscular fore
arm. have seen q green shade over the
/ eye shot out in battle inst was more beau
tiful than any two eyes that had passed
( without injury. | have seen an old mis-
sionsry worn out with the malaria Of Afri-
/ can Jungles who looked to me more rsdi-
| snt than g rubicUnd gymnAsL. / have
/ seen mother after six weeks watching
over family Of children down with scar
let fever with glory around her psle and
wan face that surpassed the angelic. IL
all depends on how you get your sickness
and IN what battle your wounds. Fred
erich 7. Frelinghuysen, the pride Of New
JerseY-sYe OF the nation-and one
of the pillars of the Christian
church, and for ne.rly four years prsc-
tically President of the United States,
although in the OfficeSof Secretary OF
State, in his determination to make peace
with all the governments on this AmerI-
can continent wore himself out, and
while his brain wss as keen IS it ever
was, and his heart beat as regularly IS it
ever did, he was according to the bulletin
of his physicians at Washington and
Newark dying of hardening OF the liver.
Satan, who does not like good men, sent
dart through his liver The last my dear
frtend-for he wss my friend and my
fathers friend before me-the last he was
seen in Washington was in the Presidents
I q rrI0 orc 10
shoulder of the President, on his way to
the depot to take the trsln to go home TO
die. Martyr of the public service he
DIED FOR his COUNTRY
though he died in time Of peace. In his
earlier life he was called the nephew OF
his uncle, Theodore Frelinghuysen, but
ne lived to render for God and his coan-
try a service that will make others proud
to be mis- nephew, and which will keep
his name on the scroll of history as the
highest style of Christian statesman that
this century or any other century has
produced. My Lord and my God! if we
must get sick and worn out, let 1t be in
Thy service and in the effort to make the
world good snd happy. Not in the sery-
ice of sin. No, no! One of the most pa
thetic scenes that I ever witness, and L
often see II, is that of men or women con-
verted in the flfties or sixties or seventies
wanting to De useful, but they so served
the world and Satan in the earlier part of
their life that they have no physical en-
ergy left for the service of God. They
sacrificed nerves, muscles, lungs, heart
snd liver on the wrong altar. They fought
on the wrong side, and now, when their
sword is all hacked up and their ammu-
milton ell gone, they enlist Tor Emmanuel.
When the hlgh-mettled cavalry horse
which that man spurred into many q csY--
airy charge, with champing bit snd fam
| ing eye and neck clothed with thunder, is
worn out, and spawned, aud ringboned,
and spripghalt, he rides up to the greSt
| Captain of our Salvation on the white
horse and offers his services. When
such persons might have been through
! the good habits Of 8 lifetime crashing
the battle ax through helmeted inIquities,
they are spending their days and nights
IN discussing the best way of
| breaking up their indigestion
and quieting their iangling nerves,
and rousing their laggsrd appetite, and
trying to extract the dart from their out
raged liver. Better converted late than
never! Oh, yes; for they will get to
heaven. But they will go afoot when
they might hsve wheeled up the steep
hills of the sky in Elijah's chariot.
| There is an old hymn that we used to
sing in the country Westinghouse, when
was 8 boy, and l remember how the old
| folks voices trembled with emotion while
they sang it. 1 have forgotten all but
two lines, but those lines are the perora-
ton of my sermon:
| "'Twil save Us from a thousand snares
To mind religion young"